Quotes from Emily Dickinson

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee...

Till I loved I never lived.

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

That I shall love always, I argue thee that love is life, and life hath immortality

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by, With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls.

A wounded dear leaps the highest

Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?

Judge tenderly of me.

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind--

She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.

I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.